Warnings: Snape Ship, Good Snape, Hermione/Snape Pairing, Rated M
Post war
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"Hermione, could you stay behind a moment?" Severus asked, as class came to an end.
Hermione stilled her walk to the door, confused and a little taken aback- the professor, following the death of the Dark Lord, still took some getting used to. He had never asked for her specifically before, at least, not in that tone.
She nodded and made her way to his large desk and leaned her hip against the rough, aged wood. She waited for him to speak, but realized he was waiting for the rest of the students to leave before he spoke, his eyes still scanning the room until the door shut behind the last student.
Finally, the professor spoke.
"I need to ask you something." he said simply, wanting her permission before continuing.
"Of course."
He took a deep breath, reminding himself that it was okay to open up.
"Since the war... well I haven't been able to sleep easily. What I've tried thus far has not worked for me, and considering you're my brightest student, I thought perhaps you could recommend something. Perhaps I've forgotten something."
Hermione smiled at the compliment, both his expressed one as well as him coming to her to begin with. She considered his request, and in the end she could only think of one thing.
"If the average elixirs aren't working, you could dream jump. It'll allow you fall asleep quickly, as well as avoid any nightmares. Well, your own at least. You could still be subjected to someone else's." She had recommended it to other students that suffered the same, hoping to dissolve the issue more quickly than without it.
Severus nodded, his eyes distant as he considered that option.
"The difficulty in that, is that no one would grant me the permission needed to do so. It'll take a long time before anyone trusts me again, I think." The Professor looked saddened, and it wrenched her heart.
Hermione shook her head in disappointment, her eyes lit in an angry fire. The emotion he saw there surprised him, it was unexpected but relieved him a little that perhaps not everyone had the same opinion of him and his past.
"That's a shame. Even before it came out, I knew your act was merely that- an act. You're a good man, Professor. No matter what you've done." she paused, as a shyness crept over her, aware of what she'd admitted. She cleared her throat.
"As for the dream jumping, I give you permission to enter mine. I can't guarantee you won't find my own nightmares, but I'm sure they'd be easier for you to handle than your own."
At his befuddled silence and slightly widened eyes, she simply said, "Give it a thought." before making her way to the door.
"Miss Granger?"
She stopped and turned on her heels, finding his posture slackened and his eyes kind.
"Yes?"
"I think I'll take you up on that offer. Thank you."
Hermione nodded, turned the brass doorknob, and stepped out into the hall.
That evening, as Severus settled into bed, his heart raced at the thought of seeing her. Her decided welcome to allow him into her subconscious had surprised him immensely, and he was grateful for it, for her. When he was subjected to his own mind, awake and asleep, dark haunting images filled it. It seemed that the only thing to relieve him of them was thinking of Hermione.
His attraction to her had begun at the ball, as he watched her and the trailing periwinkle dress as she descended the stairs that evening. Hermione was breath taking and it was as if it woke him to the realization that she was no longer a child, a young student with too many questions.
She was brilliant to say the least, and had always been the best student he, or any other professor had in any year of that school. While she could have moved on after the war, just as her friends had done, she had chosen to stay. Professor McGonagal had explained to him that she wished to see the new students through at least their first year, to ensure their safety as well as keep an eye on the staff after all they endured.
Her kindness and consideration didn't help the heat he felt for her, the nearness he constantly desired. Since Lily, even if he could be with someone, he wasn't sure he ever wanted it. Not until he saw her at the ball.
The thoughts of her encouraged the jump, and before he knew it, his mind filled with the images of her, and shortly after he had become fully immersed in her world.
Hermione stood with her back to him, facing a large lake. The water reflected like a mirror, taking in each detail of the mountains that laid on the other side and the streaks of pink and orange from the sun setting behind them. What was most breath taking to him though, was seeing her in a long and flowing emerald green dress.
As he neared her, he saw that the dress was of casual taste, something you could throw on before walking just outside the door. The closer he became, he noticed small swirls of multiple shades of green moving throughout the fabric.
She sensed his nearness and turned to him, her eyes sparkling in a happiness he had only seen from her when she first arrived at Hogwarts, bright with curiousness and excitement. His heart lurched at the sight of it, at the thought that she was perhaps excited to see him there.
"Hey." she said simply, smiling up at him.
"Good evening."
"Would you like to sit?"
Two chairs and a small table appeared beside the lake, and she walked over to them, never breaking eye contact as she did. Severus nodded and followed her the short distance before setting himself in a chair beside her.
It was then that he realized what he wore- dark jeans and a deep navy sweater. It suited him well, he thought, though not something he would have picked himself.
"Is it uncomfortable? We can change it if you'd like." She said, noticing where his attention had lied.
Severus shook his head.
"No, it's quite alright, but thank you."
The sounds of the water lapping against the shore, the swirling colors of the sunset within them, calmed his nerves some.
"So, what is this place?" he asked, looking around the vast space. A small cottage resided several feet away from them, and a deep wooded area behind. Aside from the lake, the area was mostly a meadow, with deep green soft grass and some scattered vibrant flowers.
"My childhood home." she replied wistfully. "Though it's a bit exaggerated, my home was never quite this peaceful."
"It's beautiful."
Hermione nodded.
"It is. I try to stay here when I'm able to control where I go. It's the one place where other things don't... well, they don't ruin it."
"What sort of other things?"
Severus was curious about what dark images haunted her, and felt an intense need to prevent them from bothering her again. Not that he could truly control that, but he wished he could.
As he watched her, her eyes darkened and her gaze drifted. Suddenly, he wished he hadn't asked.
"I'm sorry, I--"
"The deaths mostly. Flashes of green light and thunderous screams." she shuddered.
His gut tightened, as he wished she didn't have to endure that. It could have been worse, other staff members had sought his help, and he knew of the images that plagued their minds. Hermione was stronger than anyone he knew though, and he had no doubt that her strength had helped her.
"Has it gotten any better?"
It had been six months since the war and others had seen some improvement in that time.
"A little..."
"What helped?"
Hermione looked away, but not before he caught the blush spread across her face.
"I don't know."
Severus leaned toward her.
"Why are you lying to me? I could help." he said gently, not wanting to push her further away by any harshness in his tone.
When she finally looked back at him, she naturally and unconsciously leaned toward him, too. The blush had stained her cheeks a light pink and it darkened as she watched him curiously.
"You already have."
His brows furrowed together in confusion, unsure how he could have helped her. Hermione had never gone to him for help, had never mentioned her distress even when her classmates had.
Seeing his confusion, she looked down and said, "Knowing you were with us, protecting us... having you here now..." she let her words fall.
"I know what you mean." he told her reassuringly.
She looked up at him and smiled, a small half smile that told him she still had something on her mind, but he wouldn't push her. If she wanted to tell him something, she was bold enough to do so on her own time.
"Do you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"I do. In fact, you've helped me, too. Before this." he explained, waving his hand around the dream scape.
"How so?"
Severus took a deep breath, worried he would alarm her with his next words.
"You're the one person outside of the professors that has any faith in me. You knew the truth before anyone else could, apart from the headmaster. You've never... treated me the way you probably should have." he told her, careful that his words didn't come across too affectionately. Because while she did do that for him, there was so much more he couldn't say.
Hermione's smile broadened into a wide, gleaming smile, and the light of it reached her dark eyes.
"I'm glad."
They spent what seemed like hours having light conversation by the lake. Severus had seen the sun set fully before the moon and stars made their appearance. He'd seen the sun rise again with a gentle golden light that streamed across the waters surface. When Hermione suddenly rose and began to head to the cottage, he followed.
"Tea?" she asked, taking a freshly boiled kettle from the wood stove.
"Please."
Hermione set a bag of English Breakfast Tea into a ceramic mug and poured the steaming water over it. She brought it to him, and gestured for him to sit beside her on the couch.
"It's your favorite right? And to my memory, you don't take anything with it. I hope it's alright."
She immediately felt foolish, forgetting they were in only a dream.
"It's perfect." he told her simply, trying to push down the excitement and curiosity in how she knew what tea he drank. He supposed she could have noticed when everyone ate together in the Great Hall, but still, he didn't know she had ever paid that much attention to him.
"Good."
Several moments of a comfortable silence passed between them before Hermione spoke again.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"What are your nightmares about?"
Severus placed his mug on the stone coffee table, and turned toward her.
"The deaths, as you had mentioned. I also see the things I did before the war... then there was you."
Hermione had begun to move, to hold his hand to comfort him, but at the last mention, she stopped.
"What about me?"
Damn. He shouldn't have said anything, but he had gotten so comfortable with her in their time together, and had allowed that wall to come down.
"I--"
Severus was cut short with the waning of the images around him, slowly disappearing until he saw the back of his eyelids once more. Hermione had woken up.
"Damn." Hermione muttered as she woke to the rising sun, it's golden light streaming in through her window.
She was so close to finding out, potentially, how he felt about her. In the years she had cared about him, wanted to care for him, she wanted nothing more than to know if he felt the same way. It was unlikely, she figured, seeing as he was a professor. Granted, she wasn't exactly a student anymore, more that she was along for the review of the classes as well as to keep an eye on things, but still.
When Harry and Ron had left, she broke things off with Ron, in order to keep things without complication. It took a few weeks, but he did decide they could still be friends. But, that was just the reason she gave him- her real desire came from the man that had been in her dreams long before that night.
Hermione pulled herself from bed and dressed in her robes, hoping to still make it to breakfast before class began.
When she arrived, she immediately searched for the professor and found him at the staff table, his eyes immediately locking on hers. She smiled broadly and suppressed her desire to wave or go to him. Instead, she took her place at the table and served herself a plate of the variety of meats and fruit available.
While a few of her classmates had begun a conversation with her, she couldn't help but think about the previous night. Severus had been so open with her while they talked by the lake- from his best and worst teaching moments, to the things he had to do while spying on the Dark Lord.
Even though she had known his cruelness was a façade, the kindness, the openness, was still something she had to get used to. She wanted to get closer to him, both in that moment as well as in their conversations. She wanted to know what he was going to say last night, and she was determined to find out that evening.
When potions class came, Severus watched her intensely in every moment he could. Every so often, she'd look up at him with that dazzling, wide smile, before returning to her assignment. It made every nerve in his body light on fire, and his skin raise in goosebumps.
Damn, he was falling for her. He knew how he felt for her went beyond merely liking her romantically, but he didn't expect such intensity so soon. Severus couldn't help but think she returned his affections... but then what? Would they be subjected to being together in only their dreams? He didn't know, and if he was going to keep a clear head for class, he had to force the thought from his mind.
Severus moved from his place in front of his desk and turned, trying to distract himself from her. The moment his eyes left her, he felt empty. It should have bothered him, how badly he needed her, but instead, it filled him with a new sense of trust, of hope.
When class came to an end, he busied himself with papers to grade, and avoided Hermione's gaze as she departed. More than anything, he wanted to pull her after class again, but he knew that if he did, it would be difficult to compose himself.
The door closed, the loud click of the door allowing him to breathe. At least, for a few minutes, because shortly after, it opened again.
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"As well as I can be, thank you."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Concern filled her voice and he had no doubt that she blamed herself- she was just that kind of person. She wanted to do right by everyone, and fix anything that bothered someone she cared about.
"Later?"
Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Later then." she said, before turning and leaving his classroom.
Once she had left, he slouched back in his desk chair and covered his face with his hands. How would he explain himself? He wanted to tell her how he felt, but he was terrified. What if he was wrong? What if she didn't feel the way he thought? He decided he'd figure it out that evening, and try to ease the heartache he felt in not being with her.
Hours later, he settled into bed and brought Hermione to the forefront of his mind. More quickly than the night before, he was once again pulled into her mind. The scene was darker this time and he braced himself for a potential nightmare. Instead, it seemed that he was at the end of a long corridor that led to a vast indoor pool.
Scones lined the grey stone walls, and tapestries of vines flowed around them, clinging to the cracks in the wall. As he closed in on the pool, he found a large waterfall that poured into it, and Hermione at its base, relishing the stream of water against her shoulders.
His heart raced, curious to know what world she had created this time, and why. When he glanced down at himself, he expected to see bathing trunks. Instead, he found himself jean clad and shirtless- that certainly did not help his curiosity. Or his thundering heart.
Hermione was shoulder deep when he got to her, wading in the silver, glowing water. While he couldn't see below the water, the lack of straps over her shoulders made him quiver.
"Alright, you've got to tell me what you were going to say last night. It's been killing me all day!" she said as she turned to face him.
As he approached, and she saw his tight, bare torso, she sucked in a breath. She hoped the scene wasn't too much for him, but based on the true, full smile she got from him? It wasn't.
Severus sat beside the pool and ran his hand across the surface of the water, letting it flow between his fingers as he considered her demand. Perhaps it was the scene she had laid out that gave him the confidence, but he realized telling her the truth now was best.
"I saw you die. Over, and over again. I couldn't stop it." His fingers stilled in the water, his gaze lingering on the soft ripples.
"Oh... I'm... I'm so sorry you had to see that."
"That entire day... I did everything I could to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were as safe as you could be. When I had to leave... It tore me apart."
Hermione sucked in a breath, surprised by his words. Suddenly, he was in dark bathing suit trunks and slipping himself into the pool, her thoughts controlling the dream scape. He neared her, wading through the water until he was mere inches from her.
"Why did you feel that way?" she said breathlessly, his nearness driving the fire she felt rising in her belly.
Severus's gaze bored into her, with such an intensity that she could practically see the words he was about to tell her- and it thrilled her. She watched his lips part slowly, hesitantly. Hermione wished he wouldn't hold himself back from her, at least not there where no one else could see them.
"Because, Hermione, I've cared about you for a very, very long time."
Suddenly, catching a breath was no longer optional for either of them. In the silence, in her gaze on him, he wasn't sure if he felt worried, or... excited. His heart clenched in anticipation, waiting to see how she felt about that. His words were downplayed, and missed many of the words he wanted to say, but he thought he'd start with that.
Her heart racing from his admission, Hermione reached across the short distance between them and flattened her palm against his stubbled cheek, relishing the way his skin felt beneath her hand. She stroked her thumb across him lightly, and fought to keep his gaze as she pulled her whole body against him.
Severus didn't move his arms around her, didn't pull her in tight against his chest as he wanted to. This was her time, and he would let her decide how things would go, at least until he had no doubts in how she felt.
"Is that why you had difficulty in class today?" she asked, with a slight tease in her voice. He watched her as she took her lower lip between her teeth, as her eyes lingered on his own lips.
Hermione's eyes darkened as she watched him, her hunger and desire for him rising with each breath they took together. She wanted him in a way she had never wanted anyone else, wanted his hands sliding across her body and his lips firmly pressed against hers. While she wanted it, she didn't command her dream to change into that. No, she wanted to ensure that anything they held together was as real as they could possibly hold within a dream.
"Yes."
His voice was deep and sexy, low as if he could barely manage more than a whisper. It made him even sexier and she let herself wonder what he would sound like in bed with her. Or in the pool for that matter...
She smiled broadly at his confession, and it thrilled her to know that she had caused him enough turmoil that it disrupted his ability to teach. It had always been something she had fantasized about- distracting him in the middle of class, right in front of her clueless classmates.
With a boldness she didn't know she possessed, she lowered her hand to his neck and felt the thick muscles that lied there, tracing them with her finger tips. He moaned lightly at the contact and closed his eyes, allowing her to explore as she wanted. Slowly, she followed the definition of his muscles to his shoulder, then behind his neck. She anchored herself there and pulled herself closer still, until her legs wrapped around his waist.
Hermione felt the long, hard erection he bore and felt him tense, his eyes opening. He watched her for a long moment, then relaxed when he realized she wasn't bothered by it.
"How do you feel about that?" He asked, finally drawing his arms around her waist for added support. Her skin was smooth and he traced small patterns against her lower back with his thumb.
"Distracting you in class? It's quite amusing, actually."
He chuckled.
"I meant... how I feel about you."
Hermione smiled and leaned in to lightly kiss his neck.
"I'm a little disappointed that it took so long for you to tell me, to be honest. I've cared for you for a very long time, in a way I've never cared for anyone."
Severus's breath finally returned to him, and it hitched in his throat at her words. The fire that simply couldn't be pushed down seemed to rage more, and he felt his cock twitch beneath her. At the movement, she gasped slightly and settled closer against it. Severus released a small growl, surprising himself with the lack of control he seemed to have over it.
"You do?" he asked, moving one hand to the back of her head and feeling the strands of her damp hair between his fingers.
She bit her lip and nodded, not sure if she could trust her voice in the arousal she felt for him. In the dim light of the few sconces along the walls, his gaze appeared even darker, hungrier. The shadows along his face and neck enticed her, and she found herself wanting to explore more of him in that moment.
Tenderly, she grazed his lower lip with her thumb and it parted slightly, his eyes closing once more at her touch. Hermione was so close, it would be so easy...
Finally, with a fire burning deeper and hotter than she had ever felt, she willed herself past her shyness and covered his lips with her own. He was soft and warm, gentler than she had imagined as he pulled her against his chest.
His hand still wrapped in her hair, he pulled lightly until her head was pulled away from him and she arched herself into him naturally from the position. Their lips parted, he trailed his lips and tongue along the ridge of her neck, making her moan lightly as her hands wrapped themselves in his long dark hair.
Severus pulled away and brought her into him again, this time deepening their kiss as his tongue found hers. Hermione was eager and explored his mouth, before tracing his upper lip with the tip of her tongue and pulled herself from him.
Gaining confidence, she took his hand, and led him to the edge of the pool, pinning herself into the corner. Her hands wrapped around his neck and drew him in, kissing the side of his mouth and trailed down his neck, his collar bone, to the exposed area of his chest above the water.
His hands explored her back and arms, finding the thin clasp that held together her strapless bathing suit top. Rather than unfastening it as he wanted to, he merely ran his hand beneath it, holding her firmly against him by the center of the low of her shoulder blades.
Hermione's bare stomach pressed against him, her chest heaving against him as she continued to kiss him. She couldn't get enough of him, never felt close enough- she wanted every part of him. Despite the combination of their energies allowing them to feel within the dream as they could in reality, she worried that it was limited.
As a test, she trailed her hands to the hem of his bottoms, resting her thumbs just below the band as she returned to his mouth and began to kiss him again. Her tongue grew hungry at their closeness, at his own hunger from where her hands lied. The hunger drove her and without breaking from him, she slipped lower, over the thick curls of hair, until she found his pulsing erection.
Relief flooded over her as she realized just how much she could feel him. She traced her fingertips along the thick veins, then circled his tip. Severus moaned louder at her contact, the slight growl lacing the sound of his voice causing her to ache.
Despite Hermione's inexperience, something about being with Severus, and of being in a dream she could control, gave her the confidence she needed. When she received those elicit sounds from him, she felt a desire that she had never even come close to feeling. It wasn't just about the sexual aspect, but also of simply being near him.
She knew years ago that she had fallen for the professor, despite what little she actually knew of him, even if it was more than her classmates knew. Still, she found herself loving the new moments they shared together and how much she learned of him from it.
In the heat that shone in his eyes, she also saw care, she saw... love, she realized. She slowed her movements against him, and deepened the kiss, giving him more of the sensual side of herself, as she gave him every ounce of how she felt in just those motions alone.
Severus drew back slightly and watched her, a burning curiosity in his gaze. Hermione smiled softly up at him as she took his hand and glided it over her breasts, and tucked his fingertips beneath the fabric that still separated them.
Hermione guided him to fold down the material, exposing her breasts bare to him. With her hand still wrapped firmly around him, she felt him grow even harder at the sight of them, and slowly, he lowered his mouth to her.
He began softly kissing the tops of her breasts, his hands cupping beneath them lightly.
"More." she breathed, her head tilted back.
Severus smiled devilishly and brought his thumb and forefinger to her nipples, and pinched them lightly at first, then harder as he rolled them between his fingers. Placing his mouth over them, his tongue flicked and teased the hardened nubs until she moaned loudly and arched into him, pressing his face harder against her.
Allowing himself to drop the control he had, he sucked her nipples further into his mouth, sending a slight burning sensation through them before lightly licking each one in turn, relieving the pain and sending waves of sweet pleasure through her.
Hermione pulled herself from him and took his hand, before leading him up the stair steps and into a room just off to the side that he hadn't noticed before. It was more lit than the pool area, with a large bed in the center of the room dressed in black and deep navy covers. Small bed sides resided on either side, but aside from that, the room was bare, it's stone brick walls devoid of any decor or furniture.
She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him in front of her, his tenting swim trunks at eye level. Severus remained still, allowing her to figure out what she wanted to do, but clearly she didn't need any time. Before he had a moment to truly register it, she had pulled down the front of his trunks, springing free his long cock.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it, it had been much larger than she anticipated. Before she had time to consider whether or not she could manage it, she wrapped her lips around his tip as she held the base of his shaft.
Hermione's mouth was warm around him, as her tongue caressed the underside of his erection. She toyed with it, pressing his tip further into her mouth. The feel of her was exquisite and it took everything in him to not throw her back against the bed and plunge into her.
Severus stiffened at the thought, knowing she could never take on exactly what he wanted to share with her. It made him ache, realizing he couldn't truly have her, hold her, to claim her as his.
Hermione felt him stiffen, but he hadn't stopped her, so she continued. She gained confidence with each inch she took of him, and she was nearly able to reach her hand still wrapped at his base. Severus groaned again, loosening his tight, restrained form, as she removed her hand from him and replaced it with her lips, taking him in entirely until his tip slid down her throat.
Slowly, she reached for his thigh, trailing her fingers lightly across his skin until she gripped him, hard. Her forcefulness surprised him, and he nearly removed himself from her mouth until her hand continued to move and found his balls, then gripped and massaged him lightly.
Severus reached down and covered her hand in his, then squeezed around her, encouraging her to massage him more deeply. She did as he silently commanded and he moaned at the sensation, both her drilling him into her throat as well as her continued roughness on his balls.
Hermione settled him into the back of her throat for a moment, moving it back and forth around the tight passage, before gliding back out to his tip and back again. She could taste the slightly salty precum from his tip and she relished it, allowing the heat of it to glide down her throat.
"Fuck, Hermione, if you don't stop..."
He was trying to warn her, but still she continued her motions around him. When she neared his tip again, he withdrew from her entirely and tucked his arms beneath her legs and lifted her until she was fully on the bed below him.
Her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her eyes glistened in excitement. Severus had expected to see nervousness there, but to his relief, there was none. It was as if he could actually see how much she trusted him- but she shouldn't.
Severus gripped her bikini bottoms and slid them from her legs and past her feet until they were on the ground and he positioned himself between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably beneath him for just a moment before stilling again and he gripped her hips, his thumbs driving into her sensitive flesh.
He pulled her to him roughly until he was able to nuzzle her sweet, sensitive folds. She was so wet, and while he wanted to feel that around him, he also wanted to prolong their time like that together.
Kissing around her tender slit, she moaned and arched into him, his lips riding along her wetness as she did. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her before his tongue enveloped her clit. He rode the waves of her moans of pleasure and barely felt the grip she held in his hair.
Severus pulled her tight nub between his teeth, and rolled his tongue against it, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She felt the rise within her, and she rode the peak of her arousal until his fingers slid inside her, and hooked against her top wall.
"Oh god, Severus. I'm going to..."
Hermione's hands tightened in his hair and she bucked into him, riding a sharp, intense orgasm. Severus paused his teasing of her clit but left his fingers inside her, slowing his motions until he fully drew from her.
He positioned himself above her, and took in her expression. It was soft, relaxed, her cheeks flushed in her arousal. Her eyes flitted open to meet his and he instantly saw the growing desire in their depths.
"Are you sure?" He asked, knowing what she wanted.
She nodded, her lower lip trapped between her teeth in nervousness.
As he lowered his still hard and aching cock to her wet opening, she reached for him and rose herself from the bed some to kiss him, her tongue eagerly opening his mouth and tasting herself on him. She moaned lightly from it, aroused at her own taste, and Severus fought to not ram himself into her.
Despite the confidence she bore in their earlier activity, as well as the absolute skill she possessed, he still felt she was mostly inexperienced and wanted to continue things at her own pace. He was also worried how things would go if he truly took things at his pace, once again reminding him of how simply incompatible they really were sexually. But, he would enjoy what he had with her in that moment before thinking deeper on that aspect.
His tip glided across her wet folds and nudged into her tight opening. Immediately, he felt her stiffen beneath him. He stilled, and allowed her to relax before going in further. Soon, he had buried himself into her without so much as a discomforted whimper- he suspected her lack of pain was due to the dream scape.
Hermione was surprised at how easy it was, how good he felt. She was glad to experience this for the first time in a dream, knowing she would be much more confident in the real world despite understanding that she would surely feel the pain then.
"Are you alright?" he asked her, concern filling his voice.
"Yes, just... please don't stop."
Her words, the need that laced her voice, filled him with an unexpected amount of pleasure. At her command, he slowly withdrew from her before filling her again, feeling her muscles constrict around her. Hermione reached down her body and grasped the base of his cock, allowing it to move between her fingers as he fucked her, sending waves of pleasure through him. She was already so tight, but the way she grasped him gave him layers of tight, warm flesh to penetrate.
As she watched him above her, she couldn't help but flick her thumb across her clit while still holding on to his base. She watched as his eyes lowered to her playing with herself and he released a loud, deep rumbled growl and began to increase his rhythm within her.
Hermione threw her head back and arched into him again, and felt his tip slam into her back wall. Severus slowed for a moment, concerned that he had hurt her, but she grasped his hips and roughly pulled him into her again, moaning loudly when he fully buried himself inside of her, his thick shaft stretching her.
Before she could process what was happening, he flipped her over onto her stomach and grasped her hips, pulling her into him. Hermione braced herself against the bed, her hands spread wide to take the force of him as he drove into her. Severus reached below her and slid a finger inside of her, filling her even more.
She felt so full and wondered how she was able to keep herself upright. Then, he plunged into her so deeply, so harshly that she collapsed onto her stomach. He went with her, never pulling himself out of her. On his knees, he straddled her thighs and gripped her hips, pulling her up slightly as he continued his speed.
Her moans grew shattered, her mind wiped of anything but the pleasure he gave her, and she felt herself approaching another orgasm.
"Hermione, I'm going to cum." he growled, and fucked her deeper, harder, until he exploded across her backside.
Severus grabbed a towel that had appeared on the bed side table and wiped her skin until he was confident there was nothing left. He collapsed beside her, his mind still reeling from her last orgasm, how her walls trembled around him a moment before he found his own.
She nestled into him, and her warmth flooded him. They were silent for several moments, simply enjoying their closeness and the memory of what they'd just shared.
"Are you alright?" He asked finally.
Hermione sat up and looked down at him, her face relaxed, her smile wide. Joy shone in her eyes and his heart swelled at the sight of it.
"More than alright, I'd say. Are you?"
He pulled her back down, eager to feel her soft lips on his again. His tongue parted her lips and found her tongue, more relaxed and tender than before.
"I'm fantastic."
Despite how much Severus wanted to see her, he dreaded it, too. The previous night had been amazing and more than he could have hoped for- just the solid confirmation of her affections alone had made the evening memorable. But... he had gone too far. He shouldn't have allowed himself to give her any pretenses of false hope, of any continuance of what they did or of any future relationship of any kind. And, dream or not, he hated himself, knowing he had taken the last of her innocence.
It took everything he had to suppress his darker needs, and he was proud of how well he maintained himself. He wanted her badly enough to push those feelings down, but now that they'd done that, he wasn't sure he could again. Severus wouldn't allow himself to hurt her, hell, to scare her even.
Their movements together were slow and rhythmic, more in sync than he'd been with anyone. What he wanted though, what he needed, was rough and controlled, bending her will until her boundaries shattered around them.
The professor turned to see the students as they entered his class, and immediately wished he hadn't. Hermione was the first to enter, her face glowing as she watched him. He fought the smile he felt coming to his face and forced his attention away from her and to the other students.
From the corner of his eye, he caught her automatic deflation. Her eyes had turned downcast and her glow instantly dimmed. He hated himself for it, but knew he couldn't continue their relationship. The previous night had shown him exactly that- he needed what she couldn't give him. She was fragile and innocent, and he couldn't, wouldn't, diminish that... not more than he already had.
Class went on as it normally had, though Hermione was quieter than usual. Mostly she stared at her desk or played with her quill. She didn't understand why he was being so dismissive and the lack of his attention after what they'd shared... it broke her heart.
Hermione had loved their night together, and hadn't wanted it to end. He had been so gentle with her, so accepting of every part he had seen of her. The only thing that could make it better was if it had truly happened. Yes, they could feel everything, so much so that she had forgotten it was only a dream. Still, she wanted him to really be her first.
Yet, here he was completely avoiding her. Did he regret their time together? She couldn't help but entertain the idea despite the growing knot in her stomach.
When class ended, she avoided paying him any attention and left as quickly as she could manage without raising suspicion. Looking at him would only deepen the pain she felt at his dismissiveness, and she simply couldn't handle it.
Severus didn't enter her dreams that night. Instead he laid in bed for hours, wondering how the hell he would recover from the day. He wanted her- more than he wanted anyone, but it didn't change the facts. More than anything, he wished there was a way to figure out if they could be well suited together, but he was too afraid to hurt her.
It hadn't mattered before. The women he slept with wanted his dominance, needed the pain, the punishments. They were also disposable, no strings attached, and the Dark Lord wouldn't give two shits about them. This was different.
The evil may have left their lives, but it didn't change the fact that she was too innocent, too... vulnerable. More so, Severus found that he was falling in love with her, and he wasn't sure how to respond to it. He hadn't loved anyone since he was a student, couldn't even afford to become even a little attached to anyone. It created a lonely life, but it was better than risking lives of people he cared about.
Eventually, he drifted to sleep, and the dreams that came were not ones he wanted to be in. He tried to fight them, the dark figures looming over her. It was to no avail, as the black wisps of smoke devoured her body, waking him as her terrified screams echoed around him. When they were gone, when his eyes opened to the still darkness of his chambers, he cried.
It was nearly two in the morning when Severus woke, and found himself unable to fall back asleep. As he usually did, he dawned his robes and began a patrol of the school grounds. The fresh air outside and the hundreds of rooms to investigate had always cleared his mind after such fitful nights.
When he passed by her corridor, the Fat Lady seemed irritated. He'd asked her about it and she had explained that one of the students had been up for hours in tears, leaving her unable to sleep while the rest of the students had the comfort of being unable to notice from the second floor.
That was how he found her, her knees tucked into her chest as she sat on the couch before the fire place. As she stared into it, he felt his stomach drop. All he could think was that he had done that to her, and suddenly, he knew he couldn't keep his truth from her. Not if that's what he would have to live through.
"Hermione?"
Her head jerked up, and she immediately began to wipe away the half dried tears across her cheek.
"Is everything alright?"
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep, and found the Fat Lady awake. She said someone was upset and it was keeping her up." He explained, taking a seat beside her.
She simply nodded.
"What is it?"
"I... I don't know how to take today. Or yesterday. I... I'm so confused. I thought things were good yesterday. Really good. But today? It's like I didn't exist."
"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I feel bad for yesterday, because I don't know that it can continue."
Her face fell, and suddenly the heat of the fire no longer touched her. She didn't know what would make him say that, she wasn't his student anymore, and no one would find out if they kept it the way they had. She saw the love in him that night, and this completely threw her.
"What I mean by that is, I want us to continue. But I'm worried that what I need... what I need you to do... may be too much."
Hermione looked back at him, curious and searching his face for any sign of what that might be.
"I could try."
That night, as Severus settled into bed, nervousness overrode his excitement. While he was anxious to see her, he couldn't help but think she'd hate him once she knew what he wanted. He reminded himself that of course they'd start slowly, punishments likely wouldn't even arise for quite some time, but it concerned him to think she may not take the dominance well.
When his mind slipped into hers, he immediately recognized their surroundings. It was the schools library, dark with only the cozy fire place illuminating the room. Hermione was curled up beside it, her legs tucked beside her as she read. When Severus approached, she looked up at him, her smile glittering.
"So, can you tell me now?" she asked curiously.
He laughed at her eagerness, despite his anxiety.
"Yes, yes, I'll tell you. But please, keep an open mind, alright?"
"Alright."
He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. He had decided to tell her for the sole purpose of knowing she wouldn't accept it, and that she would realize the same thing that he had. But as he watched her, hope rose in him that perhaps it could work.
"When I was... well, before..." he began, settling into the arm chair just above her, "I had to do things I wasn't comfortable with. While the women were willing, so long as he wasn't present, it was still far more than I'd known."
Hermione rested a hand on his knee.
"And you never have to go back to that."
"That's just it, Hermione. I began to actually enjoy it."
He watched as she sucked in a breath, her features displaying her difficulty to understand.
"I enjoy dominating, taking charge of any situation, but especially sexually."
Her expression softened.
"Oh. Well that's not so hard, I can handle that."
"I don't think you understand. You'd have to comply with any demand I make of you, to do things you may be uncomfortable with, but I know you could handle it, that it would give you pleasure."
She nodded, her attention becoming distant as she considered that. Finally, she turned back to him.
"I trust you."
Hermione stood and settled into his lap, enjoying his warmth wrapping around her. When she looked at him, the glow of the fire shadowed his face, making his look seem even more severe... and sexy. She kissed him, lightly at first until his tongue separated her lips and tangled with her own, and she melted against him.
"Would you like to try it then?"
"Now?"
"Yes."
She swallowed hard but nodded, and within moments he had lifted her, and had begun to carry her across the room, too excited to hold back any longer. He finally settled her a top one of the large wooden desks, the rough surface digging into her bare thighs.
His hands trailed lightly over her skin, across the tops of her thighs until he lifted the hem of her shirt. Immediately she noticed the different sensations he was giving her and he had barely even touched her- the rough surface below her contrasting with his soft and melodic touches. The idea excited her and she leaned into his touch as his hands glided up her torso to her now uncovered breasts.
Rather than gripping her or flicking across her already hardened nipples, he simply continued the light, torturous touch. It left her screaming internally, wanting him to do more. Hermione reached out to touch him but instantly he had gripped her wrists in one hand, and pinned them back down to her sides.
"Please," she breathed, "I want to touch you."
"You'll only do as I say." He said, in a much firmer voice than she was used to. "Is that understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
This confused her- he knew it would. She parted her lips to speak, but she didn't know what to say.
"You'll call me sir."
"Yes, sir." she said timidly, her cheeks flushing.
"Very good."
As if to reward her, his body pressed closer into her, allowing her to feel his hard erection against her. She wanted to move closer, to grab him and pull him even closer, but she stopped herself, somehow knowing there would be consequences if she did.
Severus began to tease her nipples, rolling them between his fingers while he kissed down her neck and collarbone until finally cupping her breasts and raising them to his lips. He took each nipple in turn and rolled them between his teeth. She arched into him as pleasure spiked through her. The tiny silk black underwear she wore clung to her as her need for him, the desire she felt, burned through her.
He removed her shirt, and immediately missed the contact of their bodies as he did. She was so warm and smooth against him, her milky skin reddening in her ache for him. The look of arousal written across her face had his cock aching for her, too.
"Stand up, and sit in that chair." he commanded, gesturing to the chair beside the table. Immediately she followed his demand, and perched herself on the edge of it. He would have preferred her on her knees, but he wanted to start her off slowly. He wanted this to work more than anything.
He moved to stand in front of her, mere inches from her face.
"Unzip my pants and take out my cock."
At the instruction, and likely the term he'd used, she flushed a bright red, but again easily followed his demand.
Once she had pulled him out, she sat there, looking up at him, waiting for his next instruction. Severus was surprised at how well she fell into the submissive role, though he hadn't exactly commanded anything she would be opposed to, yet.
"Suck it." His words came out cold and tight, unintentional but he had expected it would happen. Thankfully, it hadn't perturbed her or slowed her willingness to do so.
He groaned the moment her lips enveloped his large head, as her tongue danced against his tip then along the underside of his length as she took him in deeper. With slow, sure movements, he began to fuck her warm mouth, and drew his hand to the back of her head to steady her.
Hermione was taken off guard and gagged a little but soon found her rhythm again and he threw his head back, enjoying the feel of her throat squeezing him as she swallowed, contracting her muscles around him.
"Fuck baby that feels good..."
At the sound of his words, she picked up her rhythm, her tongue swirling deliciously around him, then along his ridge.
Severus took her hand and guided it to his balls, then set the pressure he wanted. When he removed his hands, she stayed put, massaging him in tight circles while her mouth worked along his length.
After a few minutes, he pulled away from her, grabbed her wrists and pulled until she stood before him again. Her eyes were heavy, her lips parted and he bit down a curse at how stunning she looked in her desire, and it turned him on to know how much she enjoyed sucking his cock.
As she watched him, she began to take off what little left she had on, but he stopped her movements, placing his hands on hers.
"Let me."
Severus's hands glided down her body, appreciating her smooth skin and round breasts, her hard nipples pressing into his palms as he trailed down her body. When he found the waist band of her thin shorts, he pulled and drew them down her long legs, until he was kneeling in front of her.
He left the tiny fabric covering her and could see how wet she was through it. His mouth watered at the sight of her and trailed his hands up her inner thighs until his thumbs brushed against her. Hermione gasped and stepped back, losing her balance. Severus grabbed her hip to steady her.
It was torture, feeling him against her, but not actually touching her bare skin. He swiped back and forth against her clit, watching her intensely as he did. She didn't like him watching her so closely but didn't say anything, too enthralled with his touches.
Soon, his tongue replaced his hands and he pressed it against her sensitive area, grabbing her hips harshly as he did. She became overwhelmed in the best way, her mind unable to figure out where to focus. He seemed to be filling her in a way she didn't know possible, despite the fact that he wasn't actually inside of her. Still, the variety of sensations she felt was intense and unyielding.
"Oh God Severus, please..." she moaned.
At the sound of his name, he stilled and broke all contact with her. Immediately she knew what she did.
"I'm sorry... please sir."
At the plead in her voice, he couldn't take it anymore. He tore the fabric down her legs until she stepped out of it, and pressed her against the table, giving her support as he plunged his tongue against her. He swirled over the small nub and drove his fingers into her, relishing the sweet moans it elicited from her.
Her muscles tightened around him, gripping his fingers as they slid into her, matching the intensity of her long moans. Severus moved his fingers inside her, twirling as they shifted deeper, then widened them as much as he could, spreading her.
Hermione let out a small whimper, before pushing back into his hand, unable to continue controlling herself. To her relief, he allowed the movement, moving his thumb over her clit as she pushed against him. She began to move her hips, riding his fingers as he watched her.
"Mm, I've gotten you a little worked up." He cooed.
She couldn't respond, that would require speaking and she was absolutely certain she had no ability to. Each pass of his fingers seemed to grow in intensity and drive her pleasure higher and higher. He slipped in a third finger, filling her even more and she let out a sharp, long moan as she found her release with his fingers buried deep inside of her, circling her.
Severus felt her legs shake and weaken, and prepared himself for her collapse. When she had slackened from her orgasm, he tucked his arms beneath her legs and lifted her, then turned her to face him until her legs wrapped around his waist.
The rock hard mound that pressed against her wet and uncovered flesh woke her senses, and suddenly she was eager for more, needed him inside of her. It seemed almost too long for him to lay her against the table, and cover her body with his.
With her ass over the edge of the table, her pussy bare and open to him, his cock throbbed. He freed it, letting the bulbous head lightly run across her folds. He could tell how sensitive she had become, how the slightest motions made her arch into him.
"Tell me what you want, Hermione." He said, his voice low and silky, but commanded her response.
"I want you to fuck me, sir."
Her words came more easily, without pause or hesitation as before. He smiled at the thought of her progress.
Deliberately, he entered her slowly- too slowly. He could feel her body quaking ever so slightly in her self restraint. He couldn't help but notice how good she was, at being this way with him. A natural submissive.
He withdrew from her, leaving his tip to graze her opening, then slammed himself into her, burying her deep, and fast. She gasped at the unexpected movement, then wrapped her legs around him, grabbing him.
Severus pounded into her several times before withdrawing again, then slipped her from the table. He turned her, and bent her over the table, her tight round ass facing him. He wanted to see it redden beneath his hands, to see her move in its sudden pain.
Hermione had turned her face to watch him, and a curious hunger filled her as she saw the fire lit within his eyes. He had been staring at her ass with such an intense need that it made her insides tighten, and while she wasn't sure what exactly he was going to do? She almost didn't care.
Her eyes widened slightly as she watched his hand draw up and away from her body, then slap across one cheek. Then the other. It had hurt a little at first, a light sting, but then he'd massaged her and the pain changed into a warm, comfortable sensation. He did it a few times more, each a little harder than the last.
"Do you enjoy this?" He asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Yes. "
Severus was surprised to hear the moan there, feeling she would have been more put off by the pain. Yet there she was, beautiful and glowing, enjoying each strike.
"More. Please." she begged, when he had stopped for a short moment. He laughed lightly as he drew his hand back again, landing firmly above the small mound between her legs.
She gasped in surprise as her body naturally moved against him, and his hand, still resting there, slipped through her slick passage. She was soaked, far more than she had been the last time. Severus glided his fingers into her easily at first, letting the potential of a climax fall. Her body quaked at the tediously slow movements, her ass brushing against him as she tried to increase his rhythm.
Finally, she slowed and Severus plunged into her, his fingers driving into the spot that would bring her over the edge.
"Oh...Severus..." Hermione moaned, and in that instance, he wouldn't correct her, wouldn't punish her, because hearing his name in her moans as she plummeted, thrilled him.
Suddenly, he had stopped, and took her in his arms. He carried her to one of the larger leather seats and sat, laying her across his lap. Severus simply held her and ran his hands lightly across her bare skin, feeling her breath slow and her heart beats return to their normal rhythm.
He was still hard beneath her, the length of him caressing her legs. Somehow, as her arousal ebbed and slowed, it no longer seemed sexual but a sort of caring, even loving affection. Hermione realized he hadn't finished, and it seemed odd to her that he didn't seem to need to.
The thought of his higher desire to simply hold her after what they had just done, sent waves of warmth through her. She smiled up at him, his hardened gaze from earlier softening as he looked down at her.
"That wasn't so hard." She teased.
Severus shook his head, his smile widening.
"Baby, that wasn't even touching the surface."
And somehow, those words both thrilled and chilled her.